Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Finally the club’s owner Dane Masters, joined them, accompanied by two other men that were introduced as Diesel Gentry and Marcus Scriven.

  Katianna had met Dane before when she had accompanied Amelia and her entourage in previous weeks to Pink Flesh and then to Stilettos after that. Both clubs also owned by Dane Masters and each one increasing in explicit entertainment than the last.

  “Being a little hard on my girl don’t you think?” Dane commented to Trenton as soon as he sat down across from him in one of the cushy chairs. He sat back, arms up over the rests and bringing one foot to rest on a knee. His arrogance could be measured with a stick and Katianna could see right away he had a closer relationship to the man sitting next to her then with the woman outside.

  “Only because you are too soft.” Diesel chided Dane, keeping to his feet and leaned against the partition wall that was behind Katianna and Trenton while Marcus dropped down next to them, “Do you want another woman to steal your car?”

  Dane laughed, “You’re never going to let me live that one down are you, brother?”

  “Not likely anytime soon.” Diesel chuckled at him, muscular arms capped with American eagle motifs tattooed into his shoulders, crossed over his bulging chest. Military buzz cut hair and about a five day’s worth of facial growth. Hunky with a lot of bad boy spice in him.

  Marcus seemed more reserved or so it seemed, she couldn’t make much out of the man through Trenton and frankly she wasn’t much interested in looking beyond him. But she made out the wavy brown mop of hair that fell around his face, giving him a bit of the Johnny Depp look to him on top of a slightly larger and more muscular body. But didn’t it seem to suit him; that he was wearing the round rose colored style glasses John Lennon use to always wear?

  “Shall we begin the interview now?” Tabitha spoke up and the attention of the room was quickly directed to her as she began the interview with Dane. While Amelia, Trenton and the others spoke about the perks of being club members.

  Tabitha took interest in the submissive woman outside the VIP room and questioned Trenton on her.

  “So the woman waiting at the door, how long has she been your Sub?”

  “She’s not mine for one and I have been training her for Dane here for a little over a month now.”

  “Don’t most Doms train their own Subs?”

  “Not always, a lot goes into training, some don’t have the time or the patience, but like to reap the rewards.”

  “Don’t forget finesse.” Dane chimed in, “Dominus here has a real talent for molding the best Subs.”

  “And how many has Dominus trained for you, Mr. Masters?” her lips curled up in a playful smile.

  “Oh I don’t know perhaps as many pairs of shoes as you may have in your closet.”

  Tabitha grinned with just a hint of the blush she was attempting to conceal, “I’m a woman Mr. Masters— I have a lot of pairs of shoes in my closet.”

  Dane’s golden brown eyes flickered brightly from under thick tufts of dark blonde hair, to match his smile. He was truly the golden boy in his arrogance. “I’m a man who’s had a lot of Subs.” He shot her a flirtatious wink. “I’m still looking for the golden egg.”

  Katianna was immediately looking to see Tabitha’s response. Dane’s quip was definitely a signal to show his interest if she was willing to play; now it was up to her to respond. He would not make any other move unless he was invited to do so. And Katianna watched the birth of a phenomenon as Tabitha for the briefest of a moment lost her professional composure. The blush she had been trying to tamp down heated on her face then warmed further spreading a light peachy color to the firm cleavage that peaked out from the slinky blouse that draped down in an attractive loose swag. Her nipples had been hardening since the interview began, but now they were screaming out to be seen, retaliating against the confinements of her bra and against the fabric of her blouse. The site of them had Dane expressing a smooth lick of his lips. And that only deepened her arousal.

  Tabitha watched him, watched his response and Katianna could have sworn she saw the woman’s thighs clench as she chewed at her lips, then tugged the light grey tweed jacket she wore over her blouse tighter to cover her physical confession of arousal. Tabitha took a deep breath and forced her focus back to the interview. “S-So tell me about the weight in the Sub’s mouth. What kind of training is that?”

  “That is punishment.” Trenton broke in, “She has a bad habit of looking up. Now she has to carry the weight in her mouth.”

  “Usually the ball gag is strapped around their head.” Yigal added further explanation to its general purpose.

  “That would be fine if she was being trained to keep her eyes down. Not the case here. She’s being punished for failing to do so.” Trenton quickly corrected the situation of this particular Sub.

  “So let me see if I have this correct, when you are training a Sub to keep her eyes down you would use a weighted gag with a head strap, but for punishment you take the strap off?”

  “Actually Dominus doesn’t train with the weight. Either you keep your eyes down or get punished for it. And he’s quite strict on the matter. He has no tolerance for disobedience.” Dane responded, a pleasant gleam in his eyes showing his arousal just talking about it.

  Tabitha jotted down some notes then after some thought about it, it occurred to her there might be further consequences, “What happens if she drops the gag?”

  Nearly every face in the room smiled when she popped the question, the smile was deeply radiant in every one of them, hinting that the consequences were a huge treat for everyone else.

  Of course Katianna didn’t have a clue and blurted out the question unwilling to wait for someone else to ask, “What happens?”

  “I put a cane to that perfectly shaped gymnasium ass of hers.” Trenton turned and looked at Katianna and she could have sworn he wanted to do the same to her and would relish the pleasure he’d get from it.

  Katianna swallowed hard. No way in hell would she ever consider letting anyone take a switch to her. Such pain would startle her right out of her wits, but the way he said it and the way he looked at her made her body heat up and she could feel her own blushing response in her chest and so could he.

  “So how about a demonstration?” Tabitha’s request gave away her own developing desires for the act.

  Katianna’s head snapped around, but relaxed when she reminded herself they were still talking about the woman outside the room. While the idea of being spanked frightened her, it was clearly a developing arousal for Tabitha. A quick look at Amelia and Katianna noticed that her publisher too seemed enkindled with the topic.

  Katianna cringed. She remembered her mother taking a switch to her ass for stealing a candy bar from the store when she was little. She was forced to pick out her own switch off the Eucalyptus tree in their front yard. She took four lashings for it. It hurt so bad she never did it again. She was nine when that happened and she still hadn’t forgotten. No. Thank. You.

  “I will upstairs.” Trenton cut the topic off there, but he was watching her. Katianna shivered as she looked up at him. She must of looked white as a ghost right now, all this talk about being punished with a cane. “I don’t conduct such displays down stairs.” His twinkling eyes grinning at her in much the same way she suspected a cat would smile at the mouse just seconds before pouncing on it. “The Doms that work in the club do scene acts downstairs, but if you want to see me in action you have to pay for the membership.”

  “And what of other demonstrations? Such as—”

  Trenton knew where she was headed, he held his hand up to cut her off right away, “I deal only in control and obedience. Discipline not fetishes.” Even his comment was strictly contained as to what he did; he didn’t even allow room for assumptions.

  Katianna swallowed hard, but let out a sigh of relief when his gaze shifted to the interview once again. She hadn’t meant to be so obvious, but just the suggestion of the topic had her shivering. Sh
e really was such a scared-y-cat. And she could see the laughter in Trenton’s eyes. Oh god like big pools of Irish cream—a woman could get drunk while he watched.

  Tabitha glanced at her watch she still had a little time left before they would head up stairs so she turned her questions towards Amelia and the others.

  Amelia who was often referred to as heiress was inside the club actually a Submissive or just Sub for short. Richard was also a Sub, his girlfriend Renai was his Domme. Vashon and Vigal were an unusual match in that both of them were Subs, but Vashon took the lead most of the time inside their relationship. Dane wore the title as Head Master as was Marcus and Diesel held the title as a Master of Doms. While they all referred to Trenton with the Latin word Dominus rather than just the simple term of Dom or Head Master.

  “May I?” Katianna leaned toward Trenton, not considering she sounded like she was asking for his permission to speak, but rather just trying to be polite and not interrupt the interview if what they were discussing at the moment was pertinent to him.

  He glanced at her a slight twinkle in his eyes, he still looked like he was getting a considerable amount of enjoyment out of her and she had no idea why, “You may.” He purred.

  Katianna swallowed drawing back a bit, finally connecting the dots, but decided it wasn’t worth a fuss—tomato—tumotoe.

  “They keep calling you Dominus. What is the difference?”

  But it wasn’t Trenton that answered, but Dane, apparently he was watching too. “Trenton here is the alpha of all the Dom’s— not just here at the club, but within the New York cirque and recognized within some International communities. He’s the King Dom you could say.” He topped it off with a smile.

  “King—Dom.” Katianna grinned, rolling the two words playfully in her mind and shook her head, “Kingdom. Now isn’t that ironic.” And she couldn’t wait. She needed to get her laptop open and start jotting this stuff down.

  As she waited for it to load up she glanced over her shoulder scoping out every last detail of the man next to her as he lounged back like he owned the place. Leo—Dominus—Kingdom. She could just imagine what a fortune teller might have to say about him. The universe seemed to just spiral around him and only the choicest words that exuded power clung to his aura.

  His gaze finally shifting from the conversation, still going on about the club and fell powerfully heavy on her. “Did someone give you permission to look at me?”

  Katianna smiled warmly with a near laugh that escaped her, “Oh I’m sure I’m going to look a few more times before the nights over.” She swallowed hard suddenly, and rolled her lips tight biting back her astonishment at herself for having made such a blatant comment, but she didn’t try to stop her eyes, letting them drop to the impressive bulge in his pants then back up to take further notes on his face. His lips. His eyes, how they were bearing down on her right now calculating how he’d manage to get one of those leashes around her neck, she could just gander. But she had to go back to those lips and she chewed on her own as she imagined what it would feel like to have them over her mouth rather than her hand.

  She thought it only fair she should look, seeing how he was taking to her like she was his new hobby the way he kept looking at her.

  Okay so she was ready to climb all over this man, her blood racing through her veins to gather and pulse in certain areas of her body, but since she couldn’t do that she turned to the laptop on the seat next to her and started typing.

  Just then another gentleman arrived; he was considerably older. The lines on his face beget the refined business role he probably played outside of the club scene. He ignored the other men in the booth and approached Amelia directly, taking her hand when she offered it. He pulled her from her seat, drawing her away from the others and leaned around her then circled her as if inspecting her. Something didn’t have him pleased, he unclipped the cape she was wearing and pulled it from her shoulders dropping it down on the bench. He gazed over her corseted frame with eyes and hands, even played with the strips of red lace that ruffled up to cover the upper portion of her breasts pressed up by the corset, “That’s better.” And he rewarded her forehead with a kiss, before moving to her side and taking her hand in his.

  “Alex is your Dom tonight?” Trenton sounded rather surprised as he got up to his feet and stood before the couple.

  Amelia’s face went flush, “Yes why?” She was almost nervous as if she had done something terribly wrong.

  Trenton shook his head, “Relax Amelia, he’s a good Dom, just didn’t think he would be up to the challenge for the likes of you.” He teased her, brushing her chin playfully with a crooked finger, equally ignoring the man’s tight look at him.

  In truth he would never recommended this man to Amelia for her selection and all knew well he hadn’t. Amelia was already his client for security needs so he didn’t push her to come to him for her personal ones. There was only so much he could hold control over the woman.

  “Shall we go then?” Trenton turned to lead every one out, but stopped to glance at Katianna who merely looked up with returned amusement in the role play that had begun to kick in.

  “Are you not joining us?” Just a hint of disappointment.

  Amelia brushed his arm, “No, Katianna will stay here. I told you she doesn’t play.” Amelia glanced down at her with a friendly smile assuring her it was okay that she didn’t. There was no pressure here. “Besides she owes me one full chapter or at the least a really, really steamy sex scene.”

  Katianna blushed, embarrassed to have her writing genre spoken so openly in front of this man who had her body heating, aching to be discovered by his touch and perhaps experience her own sex scene.

  She caught the wink he gave her before stepping out collecting the leash from the hook at the door of the VIP and lead his blonde cat suit and guests for the stairs to the private members only section of the club upstairs.

  God only knows what took place up there Katianna thought mildly, but she had no time and no space in her head to ponder it now, as she turned back to her computer and franticly began to transform the whirlwind of images she had already begun to create in her head into words.

  On the stairs, Trenton closed in on Amelia as they headed up, “You’ve been holding out on me Amelia.”

  “Whatever do you mean Dominus?” Amelia played coy, but she knew exactly what he was coming at her about and she wasn’t about to get reprimanded for it.

  “How long have you known her?”

  “Mmmm, almost a year now I suppose.”

  “You’re talking to my Sub.” Alex turned on the stairs to glare at Trenton.

  Trenton ignored the older man. The man had no status in here and Amelia was obligated to answer him regardless if Alex had, he was the Dominus. “And you’re just now bringing her around to me?”

  “I’ve had her at the other clubs before; you must not have been paying attention.” She answered dodgingly, but still followed her Dom up the stairs.

  “And you know better than that. Why?”

  “Because Trenton Leos—” Amelia stopped turning about face to face, when they reached the top flight. She stood a step ahead of him which now made her stand eye to eye, “She’s not. Your. Type. And I don’t want you hurting her or scaring her away.” Her eyes narrowed then, “Do you understand me?”

  “Eyes down Sub—” Trenton’s features darkened, “—and yes I understood you.”

  Upstairs the rules changed, no longer the restrictions kept in the presence of the general public, but always rules that protected the subs brought in for a Dom’s entertainment. Up here Trenton was the highest master; up here he was the center of attention. But as the playtime began upstairs Trenton’s mind just wasn’t into it, rather it was on the petit woman they’d left down stairs. He performed as expected of him for the sake of the club. Taking the platinum blond and rather than strap her down in the whipping chair, he positioned her on hands and knees on the round ottoman in the center of the main gathering
room and proceed to develop the finest blush on her ass and the back of her thighs made by the lashing of his rattan cane. Creating only the faintest swell of welts, but never a mark that would last more than the night. In the morning she would be as tender as a baby, but perfectly unmarked. All the while forced to keep the gag held in her mouth without the aid of the head strap.

  Dane was quick to take advantage of Tabitha’s unrequited arousal and soon had her sitting in his lap stoking her body’s yearnings higher while she watched the Dominus in action.

  Trenton finally grew tiresome with the Sub in training and turned her over to her intended master. Dane made quick use of his new Sub by commanding her to serve his guest Tabitha and had her on her knees burying her face between Tabitha’s legs before Trenton could make his goodnights and head downstairs.

  He strolled over to the bar and turned, leaning back on it. He settled down to watch the woman in the glass box across from him, the woman who had stolen his thoughts.

  “What’ll it be, Dominus?” The bartender, Derek called from behind him. Trenton hardly glanced back, “Trago Silver.”

  “We’re out, but there’s still some of the Dos Lunas—”

  “Fine.” Not really paying him any mind, his eyes fixed on Katianna.

  “Shot or sipper?”

  “Sipper glass please.”

  And within seconds Derek slid a tumbler over to him with two fingers of the white tequila, along with a napkin loaded with slices of lime and a small bottle of Tabasco sauce.

  “So what is she drinking?”

  “She?” Derek’s eyes scanned the horizon, the room was filled with she’s, too many to guess which one had Trenton’s attention at the moment.